Salty seaweed and crystal ripples
Anxiously swirl
Beneath a moon and my canoe.
Over years I've come to know her
And to know her distractions, that melt anxiety
Like crème de menthe,
Repressing seasickness
Of a torn t-shirt and blown-out crotch;
She is on top of me,
An eastern Juliet.
A devil in the bathroom mirror,
French Canadian, dirty, atop a log,
Commands me
To eat a pineapple
Off of her.
Her seven notes
Turned me on
To electricity, and to life,
But I don't know if I can deal
With all the problems that come with these things.
Dugout
Lost at sea
I encountered
A mermaid.
